LEXI
It really wasn’t fair that he could change clothes, freshen up, look (and smell) like a million bucks, and she was stuck in last night’s sweats. She spotted what she was pretty sure was a grease splotch on her pants from pizza and groaned inwardly.
But still… while he was in the bathroom, she’d taken off her sweatshirt and tied it around her waist. It might be cooler downstairs, but after coming in from the roof she felt overly warm.
A quick use of her phone’s camera let her swipe at yesterday’s mascara-turned-slight-racoon-eyes, and she got all of her hair on top of her head in one try for once.
The result, to her, was a cute/tired hobo or college student combo, and she was alright with it, especially after Gray had come out of the bathroom and thoroughly checked her out.
Now they were headed downstairs, but through the back staircase again.
Since she’d been a member for a couple of years and had never seen or heard of anyone using it, so she assumed it was only for employees.
“Are employees only allowed to use this staircase?” she asked once they reached the ground floor.
She noted where the door was; recessed into the wall, it was almost hidden, and led out to the hallway between the main dance floor and a room entitled “The More The Merrier”. Grayson shook his head.
“That staircase is only for owners and their subs.”
Hearing him say it out loud shouldn’t have surprised her, but on some level, it did. She was, for all intents and purposes, one of his subs now. The one of made her think…
“How many of us do you have?”
Her question stopped him as he was glancing around the bars, maybe making sure everything was up to his expectations.
“What?”
“How many subs do you have?”
He turned to face her, and his intense, silent stare was back.
“Like you’re not expecting me to take part in group… anything, right? That’s not my deal.”
Grayson pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled slowly. “Obviously, I’ve explained this wrong.”
“I mean… you haven’t really explained it at all.” Lexi said with a small shrug.
He gave her a slight smile and took her hand, pressing a fast kiss to the back of it. His hand kept hers as she blushed - thank God, this time only a little.
The bar they were in front of had stools on top of the bar upside down, and using one hand, he brought two down, tugging her forward for her to sit.
Although she considered herself fairly tall, her feet still only found purchase on the lowest rung of the stool, making her feel smaller than her five foot eight frame.
“Until at such time you and I decide otherwise, you are my only submissive, and I am to be your only Dom. In as simple terms as possible, Miss Alessandra, you and I are in an exclusive relationship. You belong to me. If that’s a problem, I need to know right now.”
Lexi was glad she was sitting down. The way he said it so calmly; you belong to me. It sounded incredibly… final. She didn’t need to decode his look of concern as the blood drained from her face.
Maybe she hadn’t thought this through enough. To ‘belong’ to someone - anyone, really - was more than a little terrifying. She had frequently wondered what her first experience of having a real Dom would be like. None of her ideas were anything like this.
A sub for hire? Was she turning herself into a prostitute somehow?